Kidnapped Revisited.
By Mari-Chan
May, June 2003
Warnings: AU, Violence, a few curse words, nothing bad. Parings: None, unless you count Yohji and his cigarettes.
Chapter 1: Abducted.
Waiting. That had to be the hardest part. Waiting.
Crouching by a tree, Omi shifted from his right leg to his left. They had been out here for what seemed like an eternity. He checked his watch, 20 minutes. He exhaled and looked around. Not only was it daytime, but it was hot as hell. His hands holding the crossbow sweated inside the black gloves.
"I need a drink.," he said to himself.
Just then the earpiece crackled to life and Aya's voice spoke up. "If nothing happens in the next 10 minutes, we are outta here."
Yohji's voice rang back through the headset. "Sounds good to me, I have a date tonight."
Omi laughed, but stopped silent when he thought he heard a noise.
*
Aya was having a similar conversation with himself. Sitting by another tree strategically away from the others, he checked his watch. He was going to have a talk with Manx over this case. It had been a complete dud from the start.
Each member of Weiss was positioned at the north, south, east, and west points of the complex, waiting for one particular person to come out. Yohji and Ken had wanted to blast their way in and kill the bastard point blank. Aya had thought better of it though, due to the fact that they really didn't know much about this base. Manx and Persia had not been able to recover much info. The informant had been found and killed.
*
Omi turned slowly on the balls of his feet and listened. He was sure he heard footfalls in the area around him. His blue eyes narrowed as he gazed between the trees. Unconsciously, his hand drifted to the crossbow's safety and disengaged it. His tongue moved to unlock the housing held between his jaw and cheek.
~Crack~
Omi spun in his place; he knew he had heard something. He moved from a crouch to stand with his back against the tree, his breath getting faster as the adrenaline began to pump.
"Guys, something's up.," he called into his ear wired microphone.
"Stay sharp.," Aya returned.
Omi blinked and cleared his mind, as a hand came up and wrapped itself around his mouth. Omi's breath caught.
*
Yohji had given up his stance, and was now sitting on the roots of a tree, smoking a cigarette. He had opened his long coat, and was taking advantage of the patch of sun he had found, when Omi's voice clicked his ear.
"Guys, something's up."
"Stay sharp."
Yohji stood back up and zipped his coat. He readied the watch for sudden deployment and waited.
Nothing.
*
Ken was frustrated. He was tired of waiting, so when Omi's voice came through, he pushed the white mechanism in his palm and flexed his metal claws. Soon this would be over. He positioned himself and waited.
Nothing.
*
Omi caught his breath as the hand pulled his head back roughly, hitting against the tree. He did the only thing he could think of and bit down on one of the fingers.
"Damn it." The voice behind the tree yelped as the hand dropped. Omi spun around to see who was there and was met with a fist to his right cheek. He stepped back, slightly dazed.
"What the..?" was all he managed to get out, as another figure stepped out from the shadows.
Omi froze in place, and waited as a total of four large men surrounded him and stalked forward.
"What's going on?"
The taller, thinner man with the bleeding hand spoke as he stepped out into the open space. "We have been sent to finish up some unfinished business, Mamoru."
Omi's heart wrenched in his chest, the name brining a flood of pictures to his minds eye. He felt himself pale as the color left his face, "I don't know whom your talking about.," he lied.
A man, who had not spoken chose to make himself known. "Oh, I think you do.," he said clicking a blade into a locked position. Receiving a nod from the taller man, he lunged at the youth in front of him.
Omi easily sidestepped the blade and countered with an elbow to the man's back sending him face first to the forest floor. Before he knew it he was at the center of an unfair battle. He fought well against the other three men, knocking two to the ground and into unconsciousness. The last man got back up and dropped into a swiping motion, sweeping Omi's legs out from under him. Omi went down with a whoosh of released breath, hitting the ground and groaning from the pain. He lifted his hand to the comlink, but the link was not there. He looked to the ground to find the taller man reaching down to pick it up. Omi lunged forward, his hand missing by inches, as it was scooped away.
"Looking for this?" he asked playfully as he dropped it on the ground and proceeded to step on it, crushing it into small pieces. "How sad, you can't contact your friends without that."
Omi shifted so he leaned on his side, his chest hurting, and blood oozing out of his mouth.
"Pick him up."
Two sets of hands roughly grabbed him from the dirt and pulled him to his feet.
The tall man in the suit walked over and looked at the unconscious man on the floor. He reached out with his foot and kicked him, bringing him back.
"Get up."
Turning his eyes to Omi he walked forward and took Omi's face in his hand.
"I know you have a homing beacon on you somewhere," He looked Omi up and down slowly, almost licking his lips.
"I intend to find it."
Omi shuddered as the man ran his hands over every bit of clothing. He prayed that the beacon would not be felt where he had it. The groping stopped and the man stepped back.
"I know it's here," he said looking at Omi.
Omi remembered that the beacon's placing was in his hair wrap. He made a point to change it every couple of missions. They had not checked the hat yet.
"What about his head, boss?"
'Damn,' Omi thought.
"Hmm," he replied looking at the man on Omi's right.
"Sometimes those wires do touch, don't they?" His hand reached up to pull the hair wrap and goggles from Omi's dirtied hair. He felt around the lining, and ripped the seam open, the small black housing falling to the floor.
"Nice."
The chip box came to rest next to the fallen crossbow.
"Disarm him," he said as he turned to walk away. "I'll be at the vehicle."
The other two men not holding Omi in place proceeded to rip the housings out of Omi's jacket, shorts, and socks, a small pile building up around their feet.
"Check the face," a voice ordered from behind Omi.
Omi growled as a hand came up to grab his jaw, and tried not to choke as two fingers were shoved into his mouth. In a single sweeping motion, the fingers moved between his jaw and cheek and fixed on the blow dart housing. The small casing pulled from his lips caused more blood to spill.
Omi took the moment to try and alert the others. He opened his mouth to scream, as a hard object came crashing down on the back of his head, sending him to the floor in an unconscious slump.
*
Aya checked his watch again and called into the link. "Let's go," he huffed, leaving the tree behind. "Meet at the rendezvous point ASAP."
Within five minutes, Ken, Yohji and Aya were leaning against Aya's car, much to his dismay. Omi had not shown up yet.
"Where is that bishounen?" Yohji said, scanning the tree line.
"Well," Ken cut in. "He was the furthest out of all of us."
Aya looked at Ken. "Even so, he's also the fastest of us. He should have been here by now." He opened the door of his car and clicked the computer screen on. "I'm tracking the beacon," he announced to the others.
The screen lit up and showed three red points together. Further on the map a red point was not moving. Aya watched it for a few seconds and then spoke.
"He's not moving."
"Do you think he's hurt?"
"Maybe he's taking a nap, he was up late planning this mission."
Aya stepped out of the car. "I don't think so. I'm going to get him."
"Not without us.," Yohji replied.
Once again the three set off back into the woods, on the trail of a marking beacon. Upon reaching the area Omi was supposed to be in, they split up to look for the youngest member of the team.
"Omi?" Ken yelled.
"OMI?"
"Bishounen?"
Yohji stepped from behind a tree to drop his eyes to a nasty scene. Scattered on the ground were darts, clothing, a ripped hair wrap, and blood. The tree behind the mess was also slick with blood. Yohji gulped, found his voice, and yelled to the sky.
"Over here, come here now!"
"Where are you?" Ken and Aya yelled back respectively.
"Follow my voice.," Yohji shouted, fear sounding in each word. He got down on his knees and began rummaging through the mess. He located what he was looking for.
Ken and Aya burst through separate openings at the same time and stopped in their tracks.
"Oh Gods.," Ken whispered.
Aya's eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him, stepping closer to Yohji.
"Look," Yohji said opening his palm, revealing the microchip housing. "They knew what to look for." A tear welled up and ran from Yohji's eye. "If they have hurt him.Omi," and he threw his head back "OMI!!!!!"
On to chapter two: Bound. Chapter nod: Joe H. Hey, Mari-Chan, the wires are touching again. You need to stop that from happening."
^_^
Feedback welcome at truescifigal@yahoo.com.
Don't Plagiarize.
Don't make me go Tsukiyono on your ass.
Warnings: AU, Violence, a few curse words, nothing bad. Parings: None, unless you count Yohji and his cigarettes.
Chapter 1: Abducted.
Waiting. That had to be the hardest part. Waiting.
Crouching by a tree, Omi shifted from his right leg to his left. They had been out here for what seemed like an eternity. He checked his watch, 20 minutes. He exhaled and looked around. Not only was it daytime, but it was hot as hell. His hands holding the crossbow sweated inside the black gloves.
"I need a drink.," he said to himself.
Just then the earpiece crackled to life and Aya's voice spoke up. "If nothing happens in the next 10 minutes, we are outta here."
Yohji's voice rang back through the headset. "Sounds good to me, I have a date tonight."
Omi laughed, but stopped silent when he thought he heard a noise.
*
Aya was having a similar conversation with himself. Sitting by another tree strategically away from the others, he checked his watch. He was going to have a talk with Manx over this case. It had been a complete dud from the start.
Each member of Weiss was positioned at the north, south, east, and west points of the complex, waiting for one particular person to come out. Yohji and Ken had wanted to blast their way in and kill the bastard point blank. Aya had thought better of it though, due to the fact that they really didn't know much about this base. Manx and Persia had not been able to recover much info. The informant had been found and killed.
*
Omi turned slowly on the balls of his feet and listened. He was sure he heard footfalls in the area around him. His blue eyes narrowed as he gazed between the trees. Unconsciously, his hand drifted to the crossbow's safety and disengaged it. His tongue moved to unlock the housing held between his jaw and cheek.
~Crack~
Omi spun in his place; he knew he had heard something. He moved from a crouch to stand with his back against the tree, his breath getting faster as the adrenaline began to pump.
"Guys, something's up.," he called into his ear wired microphone.
"Stay sharp.," Aya returned.
Omi blinked and cleared his mind, as a hand came up and wrapped itself around his mouth. Omi's breath caught.
*
Yohji had given up his stance, and was now sitting on the roots of a tree, smoking a cigarette. He had opened his long coat, and was taking advantage of the patch of sun he had found, when Omi's voice clicked his ear.
"Guys, something's up."
"Stay sharp."
Yohji stood back up and zipped his coat. He readied the watch for sudden deployment and waited.
Nothing.
*
Ken was frustrated. He was tired of waiting, so when Omi's voice came through, he pushed the white mechanism in his palm and flexed his metal claws. Soon this would be over. He positioned himself and waited.
Nothing.
*
Omi caught his breath as the hand pulled his head back roughly, hitting against the tree. He did the only thing he could think of and bit down on one of the fingers.
"Damn it." The voice behind the tree yelped as the hand dropped. Omi spun around to see who was there and was met with a fist to his right cheek. He stepped back, slightly dazed.
"What the..?" was all he managed to get out, as another figure stepped out from the shadows.
Omi froze in place, and waited as a total of four large men surrounded him and stalked forward.
"What's going on?"
The taller, thinner man with the bleeding hand spoke as he stepped out into the open space. "We have been sent to finish up some unfinished business, Mamoru."
Omi's heart wrenched in his chest, the name brining a flood of pictures to his minds eye. He felt himself pale as the color left his face, "I don't know whom your talking about.," he lied.
A man, who had not spoken chose to make himself known. "Oh, I think you do.," he said clicking a blade into a locked position. Receiving a nod from the taller man, he lunged at the youth in front of him.
Omi easily sidestepped the blade and countered with an elbow to the man's back sending him face first to the forest floor. Before he knew it he was at the center of an unfair battle. He fought well against the other three men, knocking two to the ground and into unconsciousness. The last man got back up and dropped into a swiping motion, sweeping Omi's legs out from under him. Omi went down with a whoosh of released breath, hitting the ground and groaning from the pain. He lifted his hand to the comlink, but the link was not there. He looked to the ground to find the taller man reaching down to pick it up. Omi lunged forward, his hand missing by inches, as it was scooped away.
"Looking for this?" he asked playfully as he dropped it on the ground and proceeded to step on it, crushing it into small pieces. "How sad, you can't contact your friends without that."
Omi shifted so he leaned on his side, his chest hurting, and blood oozing out of his mouth.
"Pick him up."
Two sets of hands roughly grabbed him from the dirt and pulled him to his feet.
The tall man in the suit walked over and looked at the unconscious man on the floor. He reached out with his foot and kicked him, bringing him back.
"Get up."
Turning his eyes to Omi he walked forward and took Omi's face in his hand.
"I know you have a homing beacon on you somewhere," He looked Omi up and down slowly, almost licking his lips.
"I intend to find it."
Omi shuddered as the man ran his hands over every bit of clothing. He prayed that the beacon would not be felt where he had it. The groping stopped and the man stepped back.
"I know it's here," he said looking at Omi.
Omi remembered that the beacon's placing was in his hair wrap. He made a point to change it every couple of missions. They had not checked the hat yet.
"What about his head, boss?"
'Damn,' Omi thought.
"Hmm," he replied looking at the man on Omi's right.
"Sometimes those wires do touch, don't they?" His hand reached up to pull the hair wrap and goggles from Omi's dirtied hair. He felt around the lining, and ripped the seam open, the small black housing falling to the floor.
"Nice."
The chip box came to rest next to the fallen crossbow.
"Disarm him," he said as he turned to walk away. "I'll be at the vehicle."
The other two men not holding Omi in place proceeded to rip the housings out of Omi's jacket, shorts, and socks, a small pile building up around their feet.
"Check the face," a voice ordered from behind Omi.
Omi growled as a hand came up to grab his jaw, and tried not to choke as two fingers were shoved into his mouth. In a single sweeping motion, the fingers moved between his jaw and cheek and fixed on the blow dart housing. The small casing pulled from his lips caused more blood to spill.
Omi took the moment to try and alert the others. He opened his mouth to scream, as a hard object came crashing down on the back of his head, sending him to the floor in an unconscious slump.
*
Aya checked his watch again and called into the link. "Let's go," he huffed, leaving the tree behind. "Meet at the rendezvous point ASAP."
Within five minutes, Ken, Yohji and Aya were leaning against Aya's car, much to his dismay. Omi had not shown up yet.
"Where is that bishounen?" Yohji said, scanning the tree line.
"Well," Ken cut in. "He was the furthest out of all of us."
Aya looked at Ken. "Even so, he's also the fastest of us. He should have been here by now." He opened the door of his car and clicked the computer screen on. "I'm tracking the beacon," he announced to the others.
The screen lit up and showed three red points together. Further on the map a red point was not moving. Aya watched it for a few seconds and then spoke.
"He's not moving."
"Do you think he's hurt?"
"Maybe he's taking a nap, he was up late planning this mission."
Aya stepped out of the car. "I don't think so. I'm going to get him."
"Not without us.," Yohji replied.
Once again the three set off back into the woods, on the trail of a marking beacon. Upon reaching the area Omi was supposed to be in, they split up to look for the youngest member of the team.
"Omi?" Ken yelled.
"OMI?"
"Bishounen?"
Yohji stepped from behind a tree to drop his eyes to a nasty scene. Scattered on the ground were darts, clothing, a ripped hair wrap, and blood. The tree behind the mess was also slick with blood. Yohji gulped, found his voice, and yelled to the sky.
"Over here, come here now!"
"Where are you?" Ken and Aya yelled back respectively.
"Follow my voice.," Yohji shouted, fear sounding in each word. He got down on his knees and began rummaging through the mess. He located what he was looking for.
Ken and Aya burst through separate openings at the same time and stopped in their tracks.
"Oh Gods.," Ken whispered.
Aya's eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him, stepping closer to Yohji.
"Look," Yohji said opening his palm, revealing the microchip housing. "They knew what to look for." A tear welled up and ran from Yohji's eye. "If they have hurt him.Omi," and he threw his head back "OMI!!!!!"
On to chapter two: Bound. Chapter nod: Joe H. Hey, Mari-Chan, the wires are touching again. You need to stop that from happening."
^_^
Feedback welcome at truescifigal@yahoo.com.
Don't Plagiarize.
Don't make me go Tsukiyono on your ass.